Friday, June 6, 2025

the grim reaper


 I was almost killed today


    I barely avoided some poisoned food.

    True, I ate most of it before I realized it was bad.  I am convinced finishing the bag would have done me in.

    And I blame Julia.

    For 2 reasons.

    First, she left a small bag of sea salt and vinegar chips in the pantry.  At least that is what I thought they were.  The label was in German, I think.

    Second.  She wasn't here to tell me not to eat them.

    They tasted strange, but I figured it was the German cooking process.  But as I ate a couple of more, they just didn't seem to have a good taste.

    So I looked at the bag.

    It said best used by August 2022.

    They were almost 3 years old for cripe sake!!!

    No wonder they tasted terrible.

    I tossed the remainder.  I am glad I did not toss something else.

    Jackie asked for a slice of rye with peanut butter for breakfast.  I gave it to her, PB lightly spread, as requested.

    That was at 8:30.  (Yes, we were up early.  Matt the window guy brought his crew at 9 to wash our windows.  The windows look great!  There was even a former student on the crew!)

    At 12:30 I offered to make Jackie a sandwich.  I was going to make one for me too.

    Took out bread from the same bag and noticed huge green spots on the crust of all the remaining slices.

    So I made  tortilla wraps instead.

    Since  the windows were being washed, someone had to take down all the curtains and wash them.  I have not put them all back up yet.

    I just feel so exposed.

    I did go down to the museum tonight because they had a Cut the Square night and a car show.  (You have to be a Rocheelian to know what cutting the square means.  Truthfully, some of them can't agree,.)

    It was a huge turnout, which I thought was great.  Music, a food truck, an ice cream truck..... and beautiful weather.

    It was a nice way to spend some time.

    Next up:  Hanging curtains.  Mowing.  Trimming.

    No rest for the wicked.

Peace and Love


TC....he didn't mind me calling him Connie!










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